Montreal Ataxia # [A#] [A] [E]Montreal is [F]where i began to [Bb]feel [A]inside the grey [F]sadness of [Bb]winter. [Cm]You told me [Bb]that this isn't [F]it, and [A]i [D#]drove a[Cm]way. [A#] [A] [E]Walking to the statue in the park, Through [F]snow drifts up over our [Bb]knees, And [A]every street [F]sign written in [Bb]French. We [Cm]sat by the [Bb]statue, you looked in my [F]eyes, [A]Then [D#]said, 'I'm so[Cm] sorry.' [A#] [A] [E]Later, laying on your bed, [F]wondering what's goi (chordiearchive.chordie.com)
